I heard the nudes
I saw the melodies
I spoke with dudes
Who sang remedies
You can't tell me of my innocence
You can't sing to me songs of my own repentance
You can't part from happenstance
You can't shy a fool away from a lover's stance
This love I concoct for thee
Like curses it swears me
Like death it mocks me
Like silk it wears me
Within the atmosphere, shy & corrosive,
Love needs no question;
Or so they say: those sly & those interpretive.
But I know I need no mirror for reflection
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The Rise and Fall of Me and All I Have Spoken
Poetry∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡ Welcome to my Rise As I ruled before the dawn My words could shift the tides Even the wordless sung my song When I heard the Word Of You And spoke it to ears deaf and all What else more could I do, But fall? ∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞...
